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Every night, the prince,as usual made his somber rounds through the encampments.He found himself drawn to the medical tents, where the cries of the wounded pierced the silence of the night like mournful wails. The sight of broken bodies and anguished faces were the cost of his ambition, each groan and whimper carving a deep, searing ache in his soul.
'I must see the result of my choices ' he had told Uther the giant as he made his way there .It was horrible to say the least, but ...
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